My take on one of the reasons why Scotland should vote aye and let the English have their parliament
Let me tell ye a story, o' cruelty an' shame O' a people doontrodden, an' forced fae their hame It's been telt doon the years, fae faither tae son O' the cruelty inflicted, o' the wrangs that were done
The lairds held the pooer, their factors were cruel
An they thocht mair o' sheep, they thocht mair o' wool
So the folk had tae go, they hadnae a choice
Tae protest wis futile, they hadnae a voice
An' the kirk didnae help, this wis payment for sin
Noo that's whit they telt, tae oor ain kith an' kin
So they emptied the straths, an' they emptied the glens
O' the auld an' the weans, the women an' men
Their hooses wir torched, they wir razed tae the grun
Folk that couldnae get oot, they had naewhar tae turn
So they burnt in their beds, an' deid whar they lay
There wis never nae justice, naebody tae pay
Ower the hills thro the mire, in wind snaw an' rain
Awa' fae their land, ne'er tae see it again
Tae the coast they wir sent, tae fish or pick kelp
Wi' naebody tae care. nor naebody tae help
Some taen tae the ships, an' left oor fair shore
Wi tears in their een, an' herts that wir sore
Hoo cruel men can be, an' a' for some sheep
But the lairds needed sillar, their lifestyle tae keep
As they sat in their castles, enjoying their fill
Did they think o' the clachans, noo silent an' still
Did they think o' their tenants, as they supped oan their booze
Naw they jist thocht o' sheep, their tups an' their ewes
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My take on one of the reasons why Scotland should vote aye and let the English have their parliament
Let me tell ye a story, o' cruelty an' shame
O' a people doontrodden, an' forced fae their hame
It's been telt doon the years, fae faither tae son
O' the cruelty inflicted, o' the wrangs that were done
The lairds held the pooer, their factors were cruel
An they thocht mair o' sheep, they thocht mair o' wool
So the folk had tae go, they hadnae a choice
Tae protest wis futile, they hadnae a voice
An' the kirk didnae help, this wis payment for sin
Noo that's whit they telt, tae oor ain kith an' kin
So they emptied the straths, an' they emptied the glens
O' the auld an' the weans, the women an' men
Their hooses wir torched, they wir razed tae the grun
Folk that couldnae get oot, they had naewhar tae turn
So they burnt in their beds, an' deid whar they lay
There wis never nae justice, naebody tae pay
Ower the hills thro the mire, in wind snaw an' rain
Awa' fae their land, ne'er tae see it again
Tae the coast they wir sent, tae fish or pick kelp
Wi' naebody tae care. nor naebody tae help
Some taen tae the ships, an' left oor fair shore
Wi tears in their een, an' herts that wir sore
Hoo cruel men can be, an' a' for some sheep
But the lairds needed sillar, their lifestyle tae keep
As they sat in their castles, enjoying their fill
Did they think o' the clachans, noo silent an' still
Did they think o' their tenants, as they supped oan their booze
Naw they jist thocht o' sheep, their tups an' their ewes
Mato 21
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